Chapitre 165: 165 Bringing a Puppy Home, Mr. Hale's Future Brother-in-Law?

The light was dim, and the eyes of the little brown dog were clear and bright, gentle and well-behaved, and harmless to humans and animals. Who could resist when such a beautiful little dog stared straight, moistly at you?

Hannah's mind was a whirl of thoughts.

She tried to control her emotions, "Aren't you afraid I might be a bad person?"

"You're not," he replied.

"Why?"

"Because you are beautiful."

"..."

Hannah laughed out loud, still so naive; because I'm pretty means I'm not bad?

Her legs felt a bit weak from laughing, and she leaned loosely against the wall.

Those foxy eyes were red from the alcohol, quite alluring.

The man in front of her seemed a bit dazed. Straightening up, Hannah seized the moment while he was lost in thought, grabbed her bag, and patted his shoulder, "Don't be so naive. You should ask around, I am very bad."

"Thanks for tonight, see you," she said.

"Wait a second." The man called after her.

"Hmm?"